10-20-2010, 07:56 AM
"It tastes funny. Like milk." He grinned at that. "Well, duh, but that's not what I meant. It tastes funky. White milk tastes weird. And I have no more chocolate syrup." He poked at his milk, upset. He wanted chocolate, but it was his own fault for not going to the store. "Remind me I need to go to the store, or I'll never go. And I'm out of other things." He pointed at the fridge, which was covered in post-it notes, telling him to go to the store. "Those don't help, either."
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